Death Came to Sort Out Our Karma — I have heard every possible conspiracy theory about the origins of SARS-COV-2, better known as the virus provoking Covid-19, and I have to say, some are good, like really good, and some are really, rally bad, and some, though crazy enough for a slaughterhouse movie, do offer a good amount…

And It’s Not What You Might Think It’s been almost six months since my family and I left the US for Spain. …

And Guess What We Found — Cultural Prompt: “Expressing Positive Changes Emerging After Our Lives Were Disconnected Physically from Our Pre-Covid-19 Lifestyles” There was a draft, a storm came in; branches are broken, heavy trashcans flying through skies. We grabbed the belts, we fastened them; mis_take! …

When You Just Don’t Expect It… On December 6th I published my first Poem Collection. I had reached the end of a journey within life, COVID, and all the new bits and pieces of my life and felt the Collection was finished and ready to go. As an Indie, I…

At Least if You Are Looking for Readers I found this awesome page on Facebook, I thought. Until I used it. But even then I gave it one more chance. Four actually… Same results. My reads went down! Like seriously down. Let me explain. There are some Facebook groups created…

See If It Fits You — Everyone looks alike, the same hair color and texture, the same eyes color and the same bodily structure. Yes, like clones, real clones, the only way to avoid differences and wrongful breeding; let the algorithm replicate life form a single source. …

Ken was a cop, he called himself an alchemist but not too long ago his fellows would have burned him at the stake. His gift? Freezing time, and done he has hundreds of times. His wall is proof of this, shelves covered in peculiar snow-globes; in one a man walking…

At Roßau, Vienna’s Jewish cemetery, there’s a lot of silence lately. It’s not the dead being silent because they cannot speak, or party, or do any other of a million entertaining things, they are silent because the living are not showing up anymore. There was a time, not long ago…

Is this why I’m drained-dead? — I am lost, that’s how it’s like. Stuck in a tar-like jell-o substance called “new normal", forced to witness random insanity sequences repeating themselves like a broken script of Black Mirror. It’s real, yet it can’t be. No life can be this crazy, right? Every day since February of last…